A Bard Day's Night

Its been a Bard Day's night.
And so, weary with toil, haste thee to your bed
the dear repose for limbs with travel tired
but then begins a journey in your head
to a city steeped in a culture all its own
where words like jewel encrusted arrows flash
as kingfishers dart across the brightening sun
and music and laughter swirl and eddy
round this vibrant pool of life
whose sons and daughters vie to share
in welcoming you to their home.
You are the friends of Liverpudlians
so from this day on sleep well for
you will never walk alone.